Chapter 3: The Mighty Man (Part 3)

The sun is abundant. The cold light reflected on the blade and the blade of the lance made all the big cannibals cold to the marrow.

No one wants to face the dazzling cold light. Even with high morale, it was not the Great Cannibal's forte to maintain a tight formation and fight in formation, not to mention the fact that they had just witnessed hundreds of Mujahideen being torn to pieces by the slowly moving knives and lances.

To be honest, the efficiency of heavy armor killing is not high. From the beginning of the white-knuckle battle between the two sides to the present, only a few hundred people have died under the Mo knife and the long lance. However, that indomitable momentum made all the great cannibals, including the most determined holy keeping, dare not slap their edges.

Those who stand in the way will die.

And it must be the most tragic and ugly way to die in the world, and even a corpse can't be recovered.

In front of the bloody severed limbs and flesh, the allure of the Heavenly Saint Virgin was suddenly greatly reduced. As long as there was still time, most of the Mujahideen instinctively made the same move, turning their horses and retreating to the sides. The few who were unfortunate enough to stand in the way of the ** were desperate to roll off their horses, and fled with their hands and feet in any direction that did not have to face the lance and the blade.

A huge crack appeared in the black crowd, like a dark cloud meeting the scorching sun.

At the end of the crack is where the handsome banner of Aikailam is.

The face of Ai Kailam, the commander of the Eastern Crusade of the Great Food Holy War, suddenly turned as pale as lime. If he desperately orders the left and right flanks to close to the Chinese army at this moment, with his absolute numerical superiority, he has a great chance to drown this group of ** heavy armor that is stepping in with a sea of people.

However, the Crusade was bound to face a catastrophe in the future. His opponent, Feng Changqing, the commander of the Anxi Army, has always been known for being good at seizing opportunities, and there is no reason to sit back and watch the Jihadist Army pout its ass and still hold its ground.

If he continued to use the Chinese army to carry it to the death, Aikailam believed that within a quarter of an hour, his body would be directly shattered into pieces by the Mo knife or long lance, just like the previous jihadists who rushed forward.

The answer is not difficult to choose.

The life is his own, and the city of Tancha Shira is the caliphate.

The holy war Ghaz can be re-cultivated after it is exhausted, the volunteers Mutwar can be re-recruited when it is exhausted, and the family has lost a significant nobleman, but it will not be able to recover for more than ten years or even decades.

"Blow the horn, blow the horn. The whole army is moving closer to me and fighting to the death with the Tang people! Just a little hesitation, the commander of the Great Food Holy War Eastern Expeditionary Army, Ai Kailamu, raised the order flag,

The soldiers around him had been looking forward to this sentence, and quickly turned the order into a continuous horn sound. "Woo woo, woo woo, woo woo woo ......."

"Woo woo, woo woo, woo woo woo......." on the left and right wings, hundreds of horns responded quickly. Like a pack of wild wolves howling at the moon in a winter night. Before discovering the strength of the **, it is indeed a certain risk to rush into a decisive battle with it. However, the hearts of all the Great Cannibals are fed up with the oppression and torture of the Mo Knife and the Long Lance, and would rather separate the results from their opponents as soon as possible.

In an instant, all the black in the heavens and the earth poured towards the center of the battlefield. Jihad quacks, volunteers, bandits trying to make a fortune in the East, prisoners, and enveloped servants, holding high black battle flags, formed black whirlpools on the battlefield. It was as if it was going to devour everything, sweeping everything, turning all the colors of heaven and earth into a pure black like death.

However, in the middle of the endless ink, there was a white light that always shone brightly. Like a fire in the long night, the morning star before dawn, every flickering makes the darkness tremble.

"Save them! Save them! Seeing the big cannibal approaching the Chinese army like crazy, Xue Jingxian's eyes were almost split, and he reached out to pull Wang Xun's stumbling armor silk silk, and prayed loudly, "Hurry up and tell Feng Shuai, hurry up." Otherwise, it's too late! ”

"Feng Shuai has his own opinions!" Gently breaking the other party's fingers, Wang Xun responded in a low voice. "You're slowly optimistic, the big cannibal has lost this time."

"But General Li Siye is also inside!" Xue Jingxian was stunned, dumbfounded. Although he didn't understand military strategy, he could also see that the big food coach on the opposite side was in chaos. As long as the Anxi army does not make too many mistakes, it will definitely win in the end. However, what about the more than 2,000 heavily armored foot soldiers who rushed into battle with long soldiers and the more than 2,000 light cavalry who stepped forward to support later? If they were just bait, wouldn't the price paid by the Anxi Army be too great?

No wonder people say that one will make a thousand bones wither! Silently looking at the military formation in the distance that was about to be engulfed in darkness, Xue Jingxian only felt that his blood was cold. What thousands of miles to find the marquis, what to seal the wolf. Behind Xuan He's exploits, there is clearly a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!

"Don't worry, Feng Shuai will never abandon his brothers!" As if hearing the wild shout in his heart, Wang Xun turned his head again and smiled comfortingly. "At least I've never heard of it!"

As if to confirm his words, on the left and right sides, there was a sudden tooth-aching squeak. Xue Jingxian turned his head to look and saw more than a hundred large crossbows mounted on wooden wheels, which were trotted and pushed to the front of the formation by a group of soldiers wearing light armor.

Immediately after, there was another tooth-aching sound of wheels rubbing, and a dense row of light crossbows was pushed out by the soldiers, lined up in front and back after the big crossbows. Before Xue Jingxian could figure out what the hell the Anxi army was doing, a terrible horn suddenly sounded in his ears, and more than a thousand strong men without any armor protection on their bodies rushed to the front of the formation, each carrying a strong crossbow that had already been wound on their shoulders.

"The largest kind is the Fuyuan crossbow, which can penetrate heavy armor within three hundred steps. The smaller one is the open-ended crossbow, with a lethal range of 230 paces. The brethren had in their hands a crossbow with a range of 200 paces. Afraid that Xue Jingxian would pull him again, Wang Xun turned his head sideways and explained to him in a low voice, "Feng Shuai is about to give the order to attack." Later, you follow me. Don't rush forward on your own! (Note 1)

"Attack? How do you know? Xue Jingxian asked stupidly. As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of agitated drums under Shuai's banner. All**, whether on a horse or on foot, while slowly moving forward.

"Why don't you let the cavalry charge first?" Xue Jingxian followed closely behind Wang Xun, his mouth as if he had been twisted with a crossbow string, and he was rambling endlessly.

He didn't really want to know the answer. It's just instinctively using this way to hide the tension deep inside of me. "The enemy is cavalry! Oh my God, Xue actually has a chance to go into battle! Oh my God, the damn cannibals have come over to meet them. Oh my God, the Mo Knife Formation, the Mo Knife Formation is still there. They're still there, they're still there! Hurry up, everyone, hurry up! Oh my God, why did it stop again. Stopped again! ”

He was answered with a quick, crisp sound.

In the center of the formation, a Fuyuan crossbow was pulled by a rope.

The blue-black crossbow arrow roared into the air, bringing up a black light, and slammed straight into the big food black armor that rushed at high speed on the opposite side. Before one of the Great Eaters could scream, he was pushed off the saddle by a crossbow arrow. After the thick crossbow bolt passed through his corpse, it continued to penetrate the second Mujahideen, knocking over the third, and then, nailing the third Mujahideen to the neck of a war horse directly behind him, before finally stopping, several bloody arrows coming out of his tail.

"Ahh The last of the Mujahideen to be pierced by a crossbow bolt was not yet dead. Lying on the horse's carcass, screaming loudly. Countless iron hooves stepped over his body, and trampled him, the war horse, and the owner of the war horse into a meat patty.

No one dared to stop and help. During the high-speed assault of the cavalry, any pause was tantamount to suicide. In order to gain the advantage of horse speed, the Great Cannibals almost all squeezed the potential of their mounts to the extreme. The distance between the two armies was half covered by them in the blink of an eye. When it was discovered that the Tang people suddenly stopped to fire crossbow arrows, it was too late to change tactics. One by one, they pressed their heads against the horses' necks while continuing to kick and beat the stirrups.

"Go on!" Looking at the enemy troops who were constantly rushing towards him, Feng Changqing smiled and waved his hand lightly.

From left to right, more than 100 Fuyuan crossbows were pulled in turn. The huge crossbow quickly slammed back, and shot out the crossbow arrows that were ready to fire one after another.

Fuyuan crossbow, the crossbow is ten stones strong, and the bow is opened with a winch. A giant arrow is placed on the crossbow arm, three feet and five inches long, with stainless steel as the edge, jujube wood as the rod, and three pieces of iron feathers embedded in the tail. Within 300 steps, the person who should be killed immediately!

Each bolt is crafted to the same standards, and the difference in weight between them is no more than a penny. After being fired by the equally well-made Fuyuan crossbow, a black scythe was formed in mid-air.

The scythe moved swiftly forward with a wind and a whistling. Suddenly, it shattered into pieces, and swept hundreds of large cannibals off the horse's back.

In order to ensure the maximum lethality of the crossbow arrows, the experienced Ancy archers tried to aim at the lower part of the enemy's neck. The plate armor that the Great Cannibal was proud of was like papier-mâché before the giant crossbow that broke through the air. The steel crossbow effortlessly pierced through the armor, tearing flesh through the flesh, and then flew out of the target's chest cavity to the next victim.

Almost every crossbow shot killed at least two targets. A few firing angles are tricky enough to kill three or four targets in succession, like the first crossbow bolt in the air, only to be blocked by corpses. In the ranks of the great cannibals rushing wildly, countless huge gaps immediately appeared. At the edge of the gap, the mujahideen who were lucky enough not to be greeted by the giant crossbow not only lost the courage to rush forward at high speed, but also did not dare to pull their mounts, and one by one lay their bodies on the saddle, as if their souls had been drained, and they were crumbling.

Note 1: The armament rate of bows and crossbows in the Tang Dynasty was also very high, and the craftsmanship was excellent. Basically, for every ten soldiers, they should be equipped with six angular bows. All kinds of strong crossbows are also necessary in the army. Among them, the effective range of the Fuyuan crossbow is 300 steps, the effective range of the open crossbow is 230 steps, and the effective range of the horn crossbow is 200 steps.